What Happened on My Walk Today

I take paper with me everywhere I go and if I don't have it I feel like some women feel without lipstick. Today, I decided to go on a walk as part of my New Year's Resolution of self-discipline. I folded an 8-1/2 x 11 piece of paper in fours, shoved it into my back pocket along with a sharp pencil, and headed up the hill. Somewhere along the way up I had an epiphany but didn't want to stop my "aerobic" exercise so I wrote while walking. It was a profound thing I had written on my piece of paper, worthy of putting in a bestselling book no doubt.

But I cannot remember what it was, and I will never be able to read it again.

I had walked over to the cows and actually spooked one. Even made her do a second-glance-jump! I still giggle when I remember that cow's reaction to me. I talked to her, but she was apparently a little ticked at me coming up on her eating like that, so she walked away (MY! They have big bellies! Makes me think I'm doing just fine with mine). The male came over at a bit of a rapid pace. He didn't have horns, so I decided not to be afraid of him...not too much. He acted like he had an itch on his head, between his big eyes. He kept scratching it against the vinyl fencing (Made the fence move! Vinyl does NOT seem sturdy enough for a big boy-cow). I tried scratching him where he itched, but he stuck out his loooong tounge at my arm and it was way too gross. I went back to admiring his big beauty of a self while fiddling with a bit of cotton that had blown off a farmer's field. Cow Boy went back to scratching between his eyeballs on the vinyl fence.

Are you wondering why I said I would never be able to read what I wrote on that piece of paper ever again?

As I was admiring Sir Cow and he was scratching, I bent over to pick up my dropped cotton and a breeze blew. It blew the paper out of my pant's pocket and into the cow pen. There it was, my paper with my wise words on it, and the big boy cow much too close for me to reach in and get my paper (do cows bite??).

But my fear of him is not the reason why I no longer have that piece of paper.

He ATE it!

(Know what my first thought was? "Will the farmer read it when the cow sends it back out in a patty?")